To say I adore the United Kingdom is an understatement. I could never be bitter with England, even if it did storm on my perfect day. Hey, at least we had fish and chips galore. Truthfully, the storms just made my future self grow fonder of dark storms on perfect days. They flash me back to sitting in haunted pubs (at least they were haunted in my mind), and ordering a round of Tennent’s with a group of then strangers while the rain poured just outside. London Calling Upon arrival with my brother Rob in London, we made a silent…
